It was finger numbing cold out this morning as we were packing up to leave Falcon Lake. I came in from helping Ric hook up the tow vehicle to find that I’d missed a call from my mother.
Mom is ninety-one and usually waits for me to call her, so I immediately thought the worse.
“Mom?” I asked. ” Is everything okay?”
“Me? Yeah, fine. I was worried about you. You’re not travelling in this weather are you? I saw on the news that car are slipping and sliding on the streets of Houston.”
Now, I’ll be sixty in a couple of months, and we are a good two thousand miles from home and my mother is still calling me to tell me the weather is bad. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Love you Mom. We’ll be fine.”
“Call to let me know you arrived okay.”
When we did finally arrive at our destination, we set up and went in search of food. A local bar and grill fit the bill. Satiated and tired, we returned to the truck after dinner to find that another vehicle had pulled in right next to ours leaving no room for Ric to open his door.
“Now what?” I looked at Ric.
“Do you feel like crawling across?”
Both of Ric’s knees are shot. My legs are unreliable but I have greater flexibility. Our truck has two front seats separated by a console with the drive shift in the middle. Weighing my options, I decided to crawl in, turn, and attempt a feet first maneuver.
If it helps to picture it, I am not a petite woman, standing 5’7″ and big-boned (to put it politely).
First leg straddled the console just fine. Second leg, still tucked under my behind, was stuck.
“Oh, oh!” I giggled. “This could be messy.”
Don’t ask me how, but I did manage to back the truck up enough that Ric could get in. Not without a few good laughs though.
Maybe we were just overtired, but as Ric says:
“We did sign on for an adventure.”
Guess this qualifies.
Keep smiling all.